Anything for you

I can offer you my hand,
my impatient tentacles that will graze your thighs. Let them find us gasping in bathroom stalls and buses with our fingers sticky with greed, with eyes that see only dark corners and opportunity as we rendezvous on lover’s lane.
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Logic

He was all logic and feigned cool detachment until our skins touched. At my grant of access, his tongue delved into my mouth. My arms reached up and tangled around his neck, while his fingers traced my spine, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. He tried to be gentle with my clothing, but his strong rough hands were not made for tiny clasps.

365 Wonders

I wake up with at least 1000 words
in my head every day. About half
of them disappear down the drain
when I shower. I play with the other
half like a set of legos, mentally
constructing and deconstructing,
until I make something I like.
Those are the words I write down.
On good days, I call the remaining words poetry.
On bad days, I call them shit.
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Take my hands, will you?
What use are they now that
I have nothing to hold?
Tuck me into the spaces
between your fingers,
where I know I’m safe.